trust a man ( why they mess up tha way they do) You cant trust a man ( why they always cheatin) You cant trust a man (You cant trust a man) As long as
tied down and tossed Boss chick you don't want to see her Your bitch can either run for the heater or meet the dumb hoe beaters Mia's right and left
for everything I got, you can't throw shit in my face Wait a minute, let me finish, my name ain't Sparkle No promises from ten years [Incomprehensible] Sees one kind of mista On a
like a tornado, explode like a volcano Bounce up and down like a po-go Your love it got me fiennin like a nympho, hit ya with the gusto Erotic trust
mothafucking swamp, we down there hustling bitch -Rolling on triple gold -But niggas don't give a fuck about none of ya niggas -That ain't real, that ain't
chain, is he dead he's a man But I be bustin', hustlin', niggaz ain't trustin' I'm a soldier, that's why niggaz ain't trustin' No bitch or no nigga,
but they'll be back again He was Polo'd down with the matchin' socks I mean stuffed like a turkey with a half a key of cooked rocks The reaper came and
just beamin Can't believe that I caught my man cheatin' So I found another way to make him pay for it all So I went To Neiman-Marcus on a shopping spree
feat. Mia X) [Chorus:] [Mia X:] It's all because of you I know what hot boys do [Silkk:] And it's all because of you I know what hot girls do [Mia X
Beamer just beamin Can't believe that I caught my man cheatin' So I found another way to make him pay for it all So I went To Neiman-Marcus on a shopping
can feel the tension vibratin' off a brick Babies hangin' like cell phones (?) Fuck the feds, when you see the CIA on your strip You MIA out this bitch, you can
pouring rain, it's a damn shame how a black man, kill a black man look it nigga, i'm a rider, i ride with g's, and i'm trapped in a storm with my enemies
(feat. Mia X) [Mia X:] Mama Mia and the Ghetto Twiinz puttin down the real y'all something y'all can feel y'all No Pain No Gain, believe that [GT:]
me now I know you need my thug love Any where any how So baby what don't you call me And maybe I can be your Slush Papi And you can be my Mami I'll be
tied down and tossed Boss chick you don't want to see her Your bitch can either run for the heater or meet the dumb hoe beaters Mia's right and left well
